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"Wooden, I never thought that you would actually participate in this session of True Martial Sect's disciple selection. What realm did your martial arts cultivation reach?!" Mo Yuhan would throw herself at Limu whenever something new happened to her. Limu came from the Wasteland, so he was very interested in things outside of the city. She couldn't help but catch up to Limu and sat beside him as she asked.

Limu just shook his head with a blank look on his face.

"You don't even know your martial arts cultivation level, why are you here to mess with me!" Mo Yuhan almost stood up from her seat. Her voice was loud, like a bomb. Immediately, it attracted the attention of the surrounding students.

At this moment, Mo Yuhan suddenly realized that she had been too excited.

"The eight great realms of the cultivation of the Spirit Martial Realm, Body Tempering, Bone Refining, Qi Condensation, Strength Conversion, Void Reversion, Yang God, Essence Cultivation, Harmony Tao, and the Outer Transformation Realm, a total of nine great realms. "You don't even know these things, how do you train in martial arts?" Mo Yuhan said in a low voice.

"Actually, there are three other stages of martial arts. The Core Formation stage, the Manifestation stage, and the Soul Formation stage. These three realms can only be cultivated after one's martial arts cultivation has reached the peak. It's just that ordinary people do not know about them." Limu lightly added.

"Nonsense!" Mo Yuhan had never heard that there were still three levels after reaching the Outer Realm. She said disdainfully, "Weren't you shaking your head just now? Kids shouldn't pretend not to understand. "

Limu said helplessly: "Actually, I don't practice martial arts. I heard it from someone else."

"Yuhan, talking martial arts cultivation with a beggar outside this stage is the same as playing a lute to a cow." Yue Zhongyang finally caught up with her and looked disdainfully at Limu, who was sitting next to Mo Yuhan.

The few kids sitting next to Mo Yuhan who participated in the entrance exam all left their seats when they saw Yue Zhongyang. They gave their seats to the group of kids Yue Zhongyang brought along.

"Die!" This lady is talking to someone, so I want you to mind your own business! " Mo Yuhan turned around and glanced at Yue Zhongyang, who was already sitting beside her, and scolded in a bad mood, "You're so annoying!"

"I'm just discussing the matter!" Yue Zhongyang was used to being mocked by Mo Yuhan, so he didn't care at all. He just rolled his eyes and glared at Wu Tie who was standing next to Mo Yuhan.

Limu sneered, and said: "He's already twelve years old, and hasn't even passed the True Martial Sect trial, how can he still come here to lose face?"

"Little bastard!" Yue Zhongyang was furious, but fighting here will result in him being disqualified from the trial. He suppressed his anger and glared viciously at Wu Tie, "The speed of talking will only make your death worse in the ring!" It's best if I don't meet you in the arena! "

The thunderous sound of a drum rang out on the arena as the noisy discussion in the surroundings gradually came to a halt.

Eight arenas with a circumference of 100 feet were built in the center of the plaza. Each arena had two arenas in the north, south, east, and west. The sound of the drum came from the high platforms in the middle of the eight arenas.

Sixteen True Martial Sect disciples sat atop the high platforms located in the center of the eight arenas, and were responsible for determining the victor of each of the eight arenas.

Outside these eight arenas, there were a large number of kids from 8 to 12 years old who had come to participate in the test. There were a total of three thousand people.

The surroundings of these children were also packed with onlookers. These people were naturally the parents of the children in the field.

The sound of the drum meant that the trial of True Martial Sect selection disciple competition was about to begin. Whether it was the onlookers or the children participating in the test, everyone was eagerly awaiting it.

After three rounds, there was complete silence.

A True Martial Sect young disciple who was slightly older, similarly dressed in blue, and appeared on a high platform in the center of the eight stages.

"Mirror Prefecture is the home of heroes, and True Martial Sect is the place where heroes are trained. Regarding the selection of disciples, it would be better to not use any True Martial Sect at all, because every year, only seven extremely talented children will be able to receive the honor of being an official disciple of True Martial Sect.

Someone once described the eight arenas set up by the True Martial Sect as a test of strength. Only by conquering the arenas could one prove your existence! Only then would one be able to step into the threshold of True Martial Sect!

True Martial Sect has a history of three hundred years, and the method of disciple selection has never changed.

During the first round, the contestants were promoted to the next level after three consecutive victories.

The second round was a clear victory. He would challenge the participants one by one and advance to the next round. Finally, he would choose the sixteen contestants.

In the third round, the victor was decided. In the single challenge, the contestant was selected to advance to the next level. Finally, the contestant was chosen to be one of the eight contestants.

The victor of the fourth round was king. In the Ranking Tournament, the victor would be promoted, and in the end, seven competitors would be chosen as True Martial Sect s official starting disciples, while the eighth would be the honorary disciples.

The first day of the tournament would be filled with great waves and great sand. The second day would have great competition and the third day would have great victories. The victor would be the king.

The first round of 'Tempest of the Great Wave' has officially begun! "

This True Martial Sect young disciple, who was slightly older, skillfully finished his speech, and his training began.

Because of the large number of participants in the second round, the number of people who could advance from the first round would definitely be many. The number of opponents that could be defeated in the second round would be more than in the first round, which meant that the number of consecutive victories in the second round would be more than in the first round. Furthermore, the opponents that would be eliminated in the first round would also be much more difficult.

Limu carefully listened to the schedule of the trials and pondered in his heart.

With more than ten Talisman that he had been handed over by Ugly Old Woman before he left, these Talisman would help Limu pass the test and eventually become a disciple of True Martial Sect. But, the question of when to use these Talisman became Limu's first concern.

In order to compete for food, he would often clash with the refugees. Regarding the experience of fighting, Limu was not lacking, so the fights on the stage could not be compared to the fights in private. After all, there was no sand, soil, stones, etc.

Limu obviously needed to hone his skills in the first round of training and learn some lessons from it.

"The training is finally going to begin. My aunt's hands have been itching for a long time!" I can finally show these guys my power! " Mo Yuhan stood below the stage, rubbing her hands together. The bones in her hands were popping.

The title Little Demoness is really not for nothing. Limu couldn't help but think to himself that if this Little Demoness were to meet her, there would be some suffering. Just looking at her momentum, she would be able to crush him to death.

"Wood, how about we go up and practice?! It's not like you're going to be chosen anyway, so why don't you give up your first sacrifice to me! " Mo Yuhan gestured to Limu beside her, revealing a devilish smile.

Limu felt a chill down his spine when he saw the smile on Mo Yuhan's face.